I feel like a child:
I work, come home,
Play video games and
Drink. Is this all it is?
Do I have a purpose?
Do I have any meaning?

I deleted my Facebook
"For my mental health",
But I still feel surreal,
Perhaps less disconnected
To immediate family
And my one true friend.

Still I feel stuck,
Stuck in a corner,
A forgotten statistic.
I have my degree,
But no one taught me
How to market it.

"Have faith," Mom says,
"Please, try new things!"
But how does one find faith,
When the world around so often
Encourages one toward the
Scoffer, the scaredy-cat, or the cynic?


© Miyamoto Yoshi